They survived the next day and a half with little incident. The edge seemed to have been taken off their previous mood, although Milly was still quiet and buried in her books. Eventually, they reached the Dutchy of Linebar, a mountainous and moody place. The main village, appropriately called Linebar, was a rather ramshackle place, an old city that had not so much grown as diluted, spiralling in random directions. Small, claustophrobic stone houses dotted the town at random. As such it was rather hard to get directions.
“Excuse me, could you tell me where I can find the old druid around here?” Leonas asked a woman in the streets.
She chuckled and stepped past him.
“Yo, chumpstain!” Anjanette yelled at a shopkeeper. “We’re looking for a druid.”
She got a similar direction.
“Um, why are people laughing at us? Did we both do the kick-me sign thing at once again?” said Leonas
Anjanette shrugged. “Because people are dumb?”
An old lady, bowed over but brimming with the kind of enthusiastic charity that made both Leonas and Anjanette nauseous, tugged on Milly’s arm. “I’m sorry young folks, but did you say that you were looking for the druid?”
“D-do you know anything about it?” asked Milly.
The old lady chuckled a bit. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken. The druid of Linebar is a local myth, a fairytale parents tell their kids when they misbehave. There’s no actual druid.”
Anjanette stood there, jaw unhinged, face twitching with bubbling rage. “Okay, Leonas? If we see that smarmy wizard prick again, I’m wringing his fucking neck, understand?” The old woman looked agahst at the langauge and quietly shuffled off.
* * *
The door creaked open in the scenic Edgemont Castle. Martin di Edgemont spun around, drawing his rapier on reflex, but he relaxed when he saw it was the beautiful Belle Bloomeaux. “My apologies, milady. I thought you were your brother.”
“My brother... and also your cousin, remember?”
Milly stared at the ilsc with undisguised contempt. “This is so bad.”
“I know,” said Leonas. “Why did you decide to start watching this again?”
“Because I felt like it, okay!” Anjanette said, not quite leaping down Leonas’s throat but coming damn close to it.
“Okay, you can have your coping mechanism,” Leonas whimpered. After the past few days, starting a fight with Anjanette was the last thing he needed.
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Hi, welcome to Crooked Swords! This is my serialized fantasy webnovel, updating Wednesdays and Saturdays (and sometimes there's an extra on Mondays). It's the story of two conmen and a battle librarian who find themselves on a quest for gold, guys, and glory. Or to be more specific, a set of ancient magical tomes. But that's just the details.
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If you're new here, you should probably start at the beginning. Come on, give it a shot. You might waste time, but at least you won't waste money.
If you like the story and want to contribute, leaving a small donation via the tip jar or just clicking on the ads would be greatly appreciated.
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